[ti:Good King Wenceslas]
[ar:Cerys Matthews]
[al:Baby, It's Cold Outside...]
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[00:00.00]Good King Wenceslas - Cerys Matthews
[00:09.94]Written By：John Mason Neale
[00:19.89]Good King Wenceslas looked out
[00:22.87]On the feast of Stephen
[00:25.94]When the snow lay round about
[00:28.44]
[00:29.00]Deep and crisp and even
[00:32.09]Brightly shone the moon that night
[00:35.41]Though the frost was cruel
[00:38.35]When a poor man came in sight
[00:41.56]Gath'ring winter fuel
[00:46.04]
[00:48.02]Hither page and stand by me
[00:51.02]If thou know'st it telling
[00:53.54]
[00:54.05]Yonder peasant who is he
[00:57.00]Where and what his dwelling
[01:00.04]Sire he lives a good league hence
[01:03.18]Underneath the mountain
[01:06.22]Right against the forest fence
[01:08.99]
[01:09.66]By Saint Agnes' fountain
[01:14.07]
[01:15.51]Bring me flesh and bring me wine
[01:18.54]Bring me pine logs hither
[01:21.57]Thou and
[01:22.24]I will see him dine
[01:24.57]When we bear him thither
[01:27.54]Page and monarch forth they went
[01:30.79]Forth they went together
[01:33.75]Through the rude wind's wild lament
[01:36.52]
[01:37.12]And the bitter weather
[01:41.69]
[01:43.30]Sire the night is darker now
[01:46.41]And the wind blows colder
[01:49.40]Fails my heart
[01:50.48]I know not how
[01:52.45]I can go no longer
[01:55.71]Mark my footsteps good my page
[01:58.94]Tread though in them boldly
[02:02.02]Thou shalt find the winter's rage
[02:04.65]
[02:05.22]Freeze thy blood less coldly
[02:09.87]
[02:11.59]In his master's steps he trod
[02:14.69]Where the snow lay dinted
[02:17.72]Heat was in the very sod
[02:20.70]Which the saint had printed
[02:23.74]Therefore
[02:24.64]Christian men be sure
[02:27.01]Wealth or rank possessing
[02:30.00]Ye who now will bless the poor
[02:32.82]
[02:33.92]Shall yourselves find blessing